But she slides her hands up my skirt as I straddle her in the desk, her fingers digging into my ass. “I can’t help it. Those pictures drove me insane.”
I dive into her lips again, unable to fathom wanting to ever be anywhere else.
The abandoned woodshop classroom at the end of the second floor sits far away from any remaining students in the school. Most have gone home for the day, but athletics is still going on and I’m late to meet my friends, but I don’t care.
The desktop cuts into my back, but I thread my hand through her hair, gripping it at the base of her skull, and pull her head back. I stare down at her, keeping my eyes open as I come in for kiss after kiss after kiss. She’s so soft. I grind back and forth, loving the feel of her slender body between my legs.
“It’s just fucking, right?” I whisper.
She gazes up at me as I roll my hips, her hands pulling me in harder but nice and slow. “I just wish time would stop,” she tells me.
I kiss her mouth. Her face. Her cheekbone. Her mouth again.
Four hours. I’ll see her in four hours.
The final bell rings, signaling the end of the teachers’ work day, and I growl, knowing we have to go.
“I have to get to the theater,” she says, but makes no move to stop caressing me through my underwear.
I kiss her one last time. “And I have to meet Amy and Krisjen.” I whimper, breaking into a sweat as I climb off her. “I’ll see you at eight, okay?”
She rises, we kiss, grab our bags, and head for the door, stopping periodically to paw each other, giggle, and kiss some more.
“Do you have it?” she asks.
I smile, knowing what’s on her mind. Digging in my bag, I pull out the toy—a long, black, vibrating, strapless gadget that filled me with equal parts dread and excitement when I took it out of the package.
“Whoa.” She pushes my hand down, trying to hide it from the window in the door. “You brought it to school?”
I press the button, the vibrations humming through our hands.
“Is it okay?” I ask, looking at her hesitantly. “It looked like something we both could, you know…” Get off on. “And the reviews were good.”
We can both use it at the same time, the ends positioned perpendicular from each other, so one end goes inside her, and the other inside me as I straddle her. There’s a ribbed section that presses into her clit, so hopefully we can both come.
But she stares at it, not answering, and I tense a little.
Maybe this is too much. Or wrong, I don’t know. I want to lose my virginity to her. This is all I could think of.
I lick my lips and stuff it back into the bag. “I guess I should’ve just let you pick it out.” I laugh nervously, shaking my head. “I’m not sure what you’ve used before, so I don’t know. Maybe—”
“It’ll be amazing,” she says, taking me by the back of my neck and kissing me softly. “Bring it tonight.”
I kiss her back, murmuring, “Okay.”
My pulse races, and I’m not sure if it’s her or because I’m nervous, but these toys are a thing, so there must be something to them. I guess we’ll see.
I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her in while I cover her breast with my hand.
She moans, and I smother it with my mouth. “Shhh…” I laugh.
It takes another twenty seconds, but I pull away from her and shove her toward the door. “Ugh, okay, we gotta go.” I kiss her again. “Go, go. Please.”
She rights her clothes and opens the door. “Bye.”
I follow her and pull her back, kissing her one last time. “Bye,” I whisper.
She jogs down the hall, looking back once to flash me a smile, and I watch her disappear down the stairs.
I let the door close, and then I twist my skirt right again and tighten my ponytail.
“I was looking for you.”
I jump. What? I follow the voice and see Amy step out from the other side of the lockers across the hall. My chest caves.
How long has she been there?
I swallow a couple of times, blink, and tamp down my rapid breathing. “Yeah, I know, I’m late.”
I walk down the hall, hearing her footsteps fall in behind me.
“What are you doing, Clay?”
“Leaving.”
I close my eyes, dread twisting my gut. That damn app. I completely forgot we all downloaded it years ago to locate each other. I’ve never used it to find my friends, so it didn’t occur to me that they would.
She grabs my arm and swings me around. “What the hell is going on?” she barks.
It takes a moment, but I recover. “Um…lots.” I step over to my locker and dial in the combo. “The House passed a cyber-safety bill this morning, although it will probably die in the Senate. The president ordered airstrikes in Syria. There’s a storm advisory for this weekend, and I scuffed my vintage saddle shoes at lunch.”